Daisy Ginger said nothing and forcefully twisted the doorknob.
Once, it didn't open. Behind her, Charlotte Smith's figure was already closing in. Her five fingers were like icy cold pincers, gripping the back of her neck. Daisy sensed danger and tried to break free, but the next second, it felt like her spine was being pricked with a needle, and she slid helplessly to the ground.
"You..."
Not knowing what had been pinched, Daisy only felt her vision dimming. Her whole body went limp as she struggled to look at Charlotte standing in front of her.
"Miss Ginger." Charlotte half-knelt down, reaching out to gently brush aside the stray hair covering Daisy's eyes, looking down at her, "I'm sorry."
After this round of turmoil, the foundation on Charlotte's face was nearly all gone, revealing a pale, bloodless face under the light.
Daisy breathed faintly a few times, her limbs weak and unable to move.
